Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1887-08-12
Attacked by Wolves.

rom lne fltlS. CuTOnlcle- ltleSrdpn, aug
! Many of the local sportsmen who
have been camping out for weeks
past in the wilGs of the West are now
getting ready to return home. But
the stories of thrilling adventures in
flood and forest are preceding them.
The members of the Summit Fish
ing Club, of Mt. Washington, in
camp at Mackinac, seem to be hav-
ing o world of trouble mixed up with
the enjoyable features of camp life.
One day recently Frank Stone and
Hood Brokaw strolled into the in
terror of the neighboring forests, and
before they noticed how swiftly time
was flying they had wandered 90
miles. Not noticing any particular
object during their stroll, they be-
came bewildered when they started
back to camp. In vain an effort was
made to locate the direction of the
camp. Night was coming on and
their rations were exhausted. TIC
add still more to their discomfort,
neither had a match by which fire
could be started. A few berries and q
limited quantity of game was all that
could be obtained to stay their rave
nous appetites. AS darkness settled
down upon the lost sportsmen, they
concluded to camp for the night where
they were.
Having closely examined the shot.
guns, and finding them all right, it
was agreed that one should stand
guard alternately tor two hours. while
the other slept. 1t fell to Franks
lot to stand watch for the first two
hours, during which time Hood lay
upon the ground sleeping soundly
When the two hours had expired,
Frank was relieved by Hood, and he
lay down upon his stoney (no pun
couch. He closed his eyes in sleep,
such as is experienced only by those
who have been fatigued by travelling
over rough ground in bracing at
mosphere. Nothing occurred to dis
turb his slumbers for some time. He
was dreaming of the loved ones at
home, with special reference to what
Mrs. Stone would say to him when
be got back to Pittsburgh about get
ting lost in the woods.
In the midst of his dream he was
startled by noise that sounded like
roaring cyclone. He sprang to his
feet. There stood Hood, his hair
actually resembling the back of a
''fretted porcupine."
Listen ~ he said
Frank listened, and sure enough
there was room for the fright shown
Hood. In the distance could be
heard the low growls of wolves. 1t
was terrible moment for the two
men. On came tie wolves, seem
ingly in pack of countless numbers.
No time could be lost, so Frank and
Hood placed all their cartridges in
their belts and holding their guns in
their hands each climbed q tree.
Hardly had they reached point OF
safety when the ferocious animals
were under the trees. The men then
opened fire upon the savage beasts,
and although every shot told with
good effect, it seemed that no differ
ence was being made upon their
numbers. The firing was continued
until only few cartridges remained,
but they were not without Eope. Day
would soon dawn, and they knew
that at the approach of light the
wolves would take their departure.
Even then streaks of dawnipg light
could be seen In the east, gradually
the wolves left them. When the last
one had gone, Stone and Brokaw de-
scended from their uncomfortable stu
alton. Upon reaching the ground,
or as near to the ground as they
could get, they were astouished at
the sight before them. Piled up un-
der each tree was stack of dead
wolves fully eight feet in height, and
covering space of twenty feet
in circumference.
AS they were too tired and hungry
to speculate further on the possibili-
ties of the forest, they made as much
speed as possible back to the camp,
where they arrived without further
difficulty and related the foregoing
thrilling experience.